Dark nail paint.
Short and blunt nails…. holding a toke.
Empty bed.
Dim light and all she had was her solitude.
Well, at least that’s how she called it.
Endlessly waiting to be understood.
Loving is easy…
Understanding a deep desire isn’t.
With every puff, she blew away a part of him.
A part that she missed incurably.
With every pow, she went under-cover.
Like a small crab scurrying on the beach when the sun sets.
Was she hallucinating?
Or simply being a normal girl who could have given immense love.
Her soul was running out of life and her youth?
Well, good enough…
Sometimes, it’s just the silence that speaks so much louder than actions or words…